Definitely, March 23rd is being considered the worst year of your life. Maybe it's because you're sitting at the bride's family table, dealing with insufferable relatives while your former-favorite-cousin marries her former-first-fiancé, but just maybe.

You play tediously with the cutlery, while your eyes are wandering all over the party room, even to him. Simon Josen, your ex-boyfriend from pre-teens, sitting in front of you. Realm, today was an exes day. His eyes stay on you behind his glasses and he smiles politely.

“Enjoying the party?”